Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 07:11:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Jimmy, Me and whitey  Part 5

Jimmy, Me and Whitey Part 5

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no
gesture toward common sense too. If you have any suggestion or comments,
please e-mail me.



We had just unfinished unpacking the car when an old, green Volvo arrived,
driven by Coach.  He got out. Another man emerged from the passenger side.

"Whitey, Ed, I'd like you to meet an old college buddy of mine, Winslow
Ames."  Coach said.  We all shook hands and said hello. Winslow was 40-45,
tall, balding, with a carefully groomed mustache. What hair that was left
was blond. He in shape but wasn't particularly muscular.  He clearly was
uncomfortable.  For some reason he looked familiar, and his name rang a
bell too.

"Bring your stuff inside and settle down." Whitey said.  "Coach, Ron and
Jimmy will be here too if you don't mind."

"No problem for me at all." Coach said. "Last New Year's eve was great. I
told Winslow about it and he was interested.  I told him that the next time
he visited me we would try to get together. I really appreciate you asking
us over on such short notice."

"No problem for me and Eddie."  Whitey chuckled. "If I remember correctly,
we all had a good time!" I suddenly remembered who Winslow Ames was. He was
a state senator, and was way up in the leadership in Albany. No wonder he
looked uneasy.

"I appreciate it." Winslow said. "Pete and I are old friends and have
shared a lot of good times. Dropping in on perfect strangers isn't my
style, but he assured me you wouldn't mind."

"He's right about that." Whitey said. "I like meeting new guys."

"We got along really well with Coach at Ron's party." I added. "We just
don't seem to stay strangers for long."

"I think it's the mountain air." Coach said. He winked at me. Whitey burst
out laughing.

"Oh, that's what it was. I knew it was something!" Whitey laughed
again. "And I thought it was my charm and debonaire good looks!"  We helped
them get their stuff out of the car and into the camp.

Whitey asked Coach to help him get the canoe into the water, so I was left
with Winslow admiring the view from the rock overlooking the lake. It was a
beautiful day. Late August can be early fall in the Adirondacks but this
was a full-fledged summer day. It was in the mid eighties with not a cloud
in the deep blue sky.

"It's never this clear downstate." He said. "There is always a haze."

"New Yorker's talk of Westchester County as if it was a northern
wilderness." I said laughing. "Westchester looked like a city to me until I
saw New York itself." Winslow looked concerned.

"You know who I am?" He asked. My comment about Westchester must have let
the cat out of the bag. "I knew I shouldn't do this. My ass will be fried
if anyone ever found out."

"I'm sorry if I scared you. Don't worry. None of us want to get into
trouble either." I said. "Least of all, me. I may not be ashamed of my
sexual interests, but it would really fuck up my life if it got out." I
paused. "Everyone here is straight forward.  We're all in the same boat."
Winslow looked relieved.

"I've lived in terror for years. I don't do much, too scared for that, but
damn, I'd love to act on my desires just once." Winslow said.  "Sometimes I
feel like I am going to explode."

"Well, this is the place to explode. No one around to see it or hear
it. Only members of the team to help you enjoy it." I said. "I couldn't
believe how good it was the first time I got together with Whitey and Jimmy
here."

"That's what Pete said." Winslow added. "Do you mind getting ... together
with older guys?"

"Love it." I said. I looked at him. He was looking at me with longing in
his eyes. I realized he liked younger men. "I like older guys. Jimmy is a
friend, but not as exciting as Whitey or Coach. You call Coach, Pete?"

"Yes he was always Pete in college." Winslow said. Whitey and Pete came up
from the water and Whitey said it was time for a swim.  Winslow turned to
go to the camp.

"Winslow!" Pete called. "Nude swimming only. This isn't Coney Island!" We
all stripped and jumped in the water. We had splashed around for a while
when Ron, Jimmy and Carlton appeared on the rock ledge above us.

"Are we late?" Jimmy bellowed. "It looks like the party had already
started!"

"Get naked and get wet!" Whitey yelled. They were in the water in seconds.
Everyone got acquainted or re-acquainted in the water. Winslow seemed to
relax. Nudity makes all guys equal in rank at least. I hadn't been able to
see Winslow's equipment, but his body was a shock. He was very well groomed
and dapper with clothes on. He was a blond gorilla under. I had never seen
so much hair on a man's body. It was long, could be combed and parted, if
he wished, and was dirty blond.  It had been shaved above his collar, and
with a long sleeve shirt and pants, there had been no hint of it.

"Whitey." Ron said. "I brought Carlton. I hope you don't mind?"

"I made him bring me." Carlton said. "I couldn't believe how good New Years
was! Ron had no choice. I threatened him!"

"No problem for us. You'll need to share a bed with someone through!"
Whitey said. "And just don't eat much!" He was smiling.

"If worse comes to worse, I'll subsist on cum." Carlton said.

"I thought you said that cum was like Chinese food. Filling, but leaving
you hungry an hour later?" Ron said. I again realized that Carlton always
spoke so that Ron could understand him.

"Ron, my boy! Cum is the food source that just keeps on coming!" Carlton
said. "Drain cock and an hour later it's time for a refill." He paused.
"And I have never met a man who much objected to the milking. The male
anatomy is wonderfully wrought!" Everyone laughed at that and seemed to
relax. We all knew the reason for this weekend was sex, but it was hard to
be the first to break into the subject. Carlton had no problem with
that. He also didn't mind being the first guy to show hard, either.

Winslow was talking with Jimmy, and Jimmy was soon diving for cock. I was
ready to do the same when Ron got my cock from below.  Carlton was sucking
Whitey and Pete was the odd man out. Whitey and Carlton were the first to
get out of the water, Whitey needed to get dinner ready. We all got out
shortly and sat on the sunny rock.

When I said that all men are equal when they are naked, it meant that no
clothes striped them of status. Some men are definitely more equal than
others, and Winslow were one of those men. His cock wasn't as massive as
Whitey's but it was long and thick. He was cut and his head was huge, even
relaxed.  He had bull balls too, tangerine sized. I was again struck by the
contrast between his ordinary looks when he was dressed and his naked
state. He was mild-mannered professor dressed and monkey man naked.

Jimmy sat between him and Pete and was having a hard time deciding who to
pay attention to. Both men were attractive.  We ended up talking rather
than playing.  Dinner was good and beer relaxed us even more. So far the
only sexual contact had been underwater. I was ready for sex and was at
half staff.  Jimmy, Whitey and Carlton were near the same state.

I sat next to Winslow and we got the ball rolling. I wasn't very
experienced.  All of my experience was with the men in this group. I tended
to think of them as teachers and guides rather than lovers. It was good,
clean, animal sex, lots of fun but without entanglements. I also tended to
think of myself as not adult yet, and hadn't thought that this was
attractive. I liked men but didn't think of men who liked boys.

Winslow really like young guys and it was a shock to be with a man who
lusted after you. He wasn't into the daddy-son thing. It was Zeus and
Ganymede. He was an older man who was infatuated by a boy. In the playtime
that followed dinner, Winslow stayed with me, and didn't trade partners
except for a brief interlude with Jimmy.

In the next few hours I got to know his cock well. His head was the size of
an apricot, bisected by the piss slit. I felt as if I could work my tongue
deep into the shaft. This drove Winslow crazy. He liked my cock, but
because he was taller than I, when I licked his cock his face was at my
ass. I didn't know about rimming, but I knew what I liked. Winslow loved to
rim.

We had been at it for an hour or so when I mentioned that I liked fucking.
He didn't want to do it in front of all of the guys so he told me to wait
until we all went to bed. We took a break and had another beer. For the
first time that night, I could see what the other guys were doing. Whitey
and Ron were 69ing on the floor, with Ron getting a lot of more of the cock
into his mouth than would have seemed possible.  Jimmy was fucking Carlton,
while Carlton sucked Pete. I wondered if Pete would be back in Jimmy's ass
before the night was over.

Winslow and I slipped into a bedroom. There was a bottle of lubricant on
the night stand. Whitey had thought of everything.

"Can I sit on it?" I asked.

"You can do anything you want!" Winslow said. "And I mean anything."  He
got on the bed and I lubricated his cock. He pulled me close and kissed me,
but I really wanted his cock, so I straddled him and held his cock at my
hole. Then I sat back, slowly working the massive head into my ass. The
monster stretched me wider and wider. I was sure it would rip my hole
open. Then it popped through. I felt a wave of relief and sat back with the
entire shaft filling the tunnel.

The almost painful penetration of the head was followed by pure pleasure as
the shaft filled me up.  It was a perfect fit and wave after wave of
intense feeling engulfed me. I loved it. I kissed Winslow. His cock was
long enough to stay in while we embraced. When I sat up again, there was
another explosion of feeling as the huge mushroom retraced its path in my
rectum. I could feel every movement of the knob.

I had been excited by Whitey's huge club cock the summer before. He
occupied my ass, totally filling it up.  Winslow's cock was different. His
cock head seemed to have a life of its own. We were linked, connected by
his cock. His cock was a probe exploring my ass.  I knew how sensitive my
head was, and could see him react as the lining of my ass caressed his
monster mushroom.

I began squirting and covered his furry chest with my seed. I collapsed on
the bed and he let me rest for a few minutes. He then rear mounted me and I
fell asleep with him slowly pumping my ass. I woke with a raging hard on
and his head still in my ass. I had to piss.  He was asleep. Pete was in
the bed with us. I got up without waking Winslow, but when I got back to
the bed Pete was awake.

"You had a good time with Winslow?" He asked.

"Really good." I said. "It's been a different experience. He seems to like
me."

"He would.  You're his type." Pete said. "He likes young guys but can't
even get close normally. He's in the public eye all the time. His opponents
watch him like a hawk. He's a good guy."

"What's your type?" I asked.

"I like men who are a bit rough around the edges." Pete said. "Construction
workers, cops, blue collar guys."

"You aren't turned on by Carlton?" I said.

"Not at all." Pete said.  "Ron's my type. Whitey's good, especially we he
gets out after a hard day's work, sweaty and dirty. That really turns me
on." He paused. "Carlton turned me off when I first met him, but he's grown
on me.  He's done a lot for Ron. He's a good guy, smart, kind, considerate.
He can help Ron in ways I can't. Carlton is Ron's ticket out of the loading
dock."

"Are you jealous?" I asked, astounded at my forwardness. Pete was playing
with my cock and I had guessed what he was interested in.

"I was uncomfortable with it at first. But we aren't married. A teacher
can't associate with a guy from the loading dock, and guys who like guys
can't be coaches. So there is no future.  There are no problems like that
in the world of antiques."  Pete said. "Maybe I love Ron, but there is no
way in hell I could ever say it, or let anyone else know it. Carlton can,
and does. That's important for a guy who has never been loved."

"Have you been loved?" I asked. Pete laughed.

"Everyone loves a successful coach!" He said. I thought he was being
cynical at first, but realized this wasn't the case. "Some proportion of
the teams are always in love with me, and a good percentage of the Moms and
Pops. I turn Sonny Boy into a man and everyone loves me.  I win a game and
I'm a hero." I eased my self under the covers and began to lick his cock. I
hadn't liked him much in school, but I felt a lot better about him
now. Winslow woke up and joined us.

I was alternating cocks and they were getting closer. I had sucked Pete
before and it hadn't been really exciting. He was oozing big time as he
made out with his college friend. Winslow's head was bloated and oozing
too. They were hard to control so I worked a finger into each guys' ass and
rammed their prostates. That got their attention. I kept the pressure up on
their love nuts and they were going wild. They were kissing and the cocks
were separated only by my tongue.

I felt their prostates fill and turn rock hard. I clamped my mouth over the
cocks and took their loads. I tasted a spurt from Winslow, than a spurt
from Pete. The first few spurts were small, but the third round was a ball
draining shot from Winslow. It filled my mouth and bathed Pete's head in
the cream. Pete shot before Winslow was finished and the ejaculations
merged together. I didn't swallow, so when it was over both loads were in
my mouth. I sat up and choked, dribbling the cum all over my torso.

I was embarrassed, but Winslow immediately began licking it up, and Pete
went to my cock and began sucking. I didn't last long. I just lay on the
bed with one man licking me clean and the other sucking me dry. It didn't
get any better than this, I thought. I fell asleep.

The sun was up when I awoke.